Magical Strategist

Are you so eager to die? You know, the real dragon hates those scum who only do petty and sneaky things the most! He was furious and wanted to tear the villain hiding in the dark into pieces. Who knew that the dart that he dodged would emit a pungent green smoke. When the real dragon inhaled it into his nostrils, he immediately felt dizzy, and then his legs trembled involuntarily. This feeling of being top-heavy is like being drunk. Finally, his head buzzed and he fell down.

Even the extremely powerful Demon Star couldn't do anything to the True Dragon, so he was knocked down by a mere poison dart? But the fact was that he lay limp on the ground, unable to move.

After putting away the flames, Shimizu Ichiro and Zhi Tianxing came over with joy.

"You can't be so arrogant now, right? You're still too young to fight with me." Ichiro walked up to Zhenlong, kicked his head with his toes, and said with satisfaction.

"He killed so many of us, why did my lord spare his life?" asked Zhi Tianxing.

"You'll know later. Come, tie up Lieyan." Ichiro ordered.

Just as Ichiro let his guard down, an arm suddenly grabbed his neck.

"Ah!" Ichiro cried out in pain.

The real dragon jumped up from the ground and pressed Ichiro to the ground without saying a word.

"You, what's wrong with you..." Zhi Tianxing became incoherent.

The real dragon replied coldly: "If I don't fall, will you appear?"

"How could he stand up when he clearly inhaled a large amount of poisonous gas?" Zhi Tianxing asked.

"Just relying on your despicable tricks?" The first-grade essence of the True Dragon created a physique that is immune to all poisons. "Shimizu Ichiro, I will send you to hell right now!"

"Wait a minute, let's talk it over. There must be some misunderstanding between us. Can you please take your hand away first?" Ichiro, whose throat was locked, looked pale as paper and begged bitterly.

Misunderstanding? What a ridiculous joke! Zhenlong grabbed Ichiro's neck with his right hand and punched him in the face with his left hand.

You know, Shimizu Ichiro is a very powerful swordsman, but he seems to be powerless in front of the powerful flames.

boom!

The fist hit Ichiro's nose, blood splattered, and he screamed in pain. Then, dense fists hit his face one after another, and he was beaten beyond recognition.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, Master Lieyan, I beg you!" Ichiro continued to beg for mercy.

Others might be able to let him off the hook, but Shimizu Ichiro definitely couldn't! Blood debts must be repaid with blood. He killed Zhenlong's mother fifteen years ago, and now he has killed his wife. Even if a person with such a deep sin died a hundred times, it would not be enough.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Twenty-eight punches, each one hitting the target, each one piercing the bone. He didn't stop until Ichiro's eyes turned white and he was dying. For Zhenlong, those punches were far from enough to satiate his hatred, unless Ichiro died.

Judging from Ichiro's injuries, he can only withstand one more punch at most.

"Mom, Xiaoya, I will avenge you right away!" To let the dead relatives rest in peace, Zhenlong raised his angry fist again and aimed it at Ichiro's temple...

"Hey, hey, there's no tiger in the mountain, monkey is king, Lieyan!"

The real dragon suddenly came to his senses, and a cold sword was silently placed on his neck. Because his mind was occupied by hatred, he ignored the changes around him for a while.

"Kill Tianxing, you're finally here!" complained the dying Ichiro.

"I am late, please forgive me, my lord." Sha Tianxing replied. Then, he winked at Mie Tianxing, another masked man in black clothes beside him.

Mie Tianxing took the order and immediately rescued Yilang from the real dragon.

How could Zhenlong just watch Ichiro being rescued? If he moved a little, the sword of Sha Tianxing would have been stuck in his carotid artery.

"Want to try, which is faster, your fist or my sword?" Sha Tianxing threatened. "Lieyan is indeed worthy of its reputation, even Mo Tianxing was defeated. It's a pity that it has fallen into my hands now. How about it, do you want to taste my art of killing?" Sha Tianxing licked the corner of his mouth and said gloomily.

Ichiro knew the nature of Sha Tianxing very well, and he quickly reminded him: "Catch him alive!"

"Catch him alive? Why?!" Sha Tianxing wanted to kill Lieyan so badly, to kill this man who was known as the strongest in the world. He dreamed of it. In this way, Sha Tianxing's name would be famous all over the world! Unfortunately, he couldn't disobey the orders of his master. He hesitated. He looked back at Mo Tianxing who had fainted on the ground, and a chill shuddered in his heart. Who is Mo Tianxing? He is one of the best swordsmen in the dark, no, he is one of the best swordsmen in the world. He is the goal he wanted to surpass both openly and secretly. Now, Mo Tianxing has been defeated. There is no doubt about how powerful Lieyan is. If he is not eliminated now, there will be endless troubles!

The enemy's hesitation gave Zhenlong an opportunity to take advantage. He urged his essence to try to get rid of the sword of Sha Tianxing. But when he just moved a little, the cold sword edge came closer to his throat, and the cold air carried by the sword edge came straight to him, chilling the deepest part of his body.

"Try again?" Sha Tianxing warned coldly.

"Since I'm here, I don't plan to go back alive. If you want to kill me, just do it!" The fighting spirit ignited by anger and hatred made him fearless. No matter if he is Demon Star or Killer Star, anyone who stands in my way must die! The real dragon shouted and burst out all the remaining magic power.

Wow!

The red fighting spirit formed like a violent storm and huge waves, beating the enemy mercilessly.

The strength of the dark men in the Tian group was much stronger than those in the Di group, but they still could not withstand the pressure of the red fighting spirit. Except for ten people including Sha Tianxing and Mie Tianxing who could barely stand, the rest vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Is this the strength of Lieyan? Sha Tianxing realized how terrifying this red-haired man was, like a ghost. The most urgent task was to kill him as soon as possible, but to catch him alive as the master said.

If we don't get rid of it now, when will we? Sha Tianxing became ruthless and determined to disobey his master's order. He exerted force on his wrist and swung the sword at the dragon's throat.

Whoosh!

This was undoubtedly an extremely sharp sword. The cold and shining sword edge cut into the dragon's neck, slicing through the skin on the neck, then the carotid artery, and finally the cervical vertebrae, without any obstruction and in one go!

The corners of Sha Tianxing's mouth rose. He finally succeeded. He finally killed the strongest man in the world! He was excited and crazy. In the end, he could not control his high emotions and laughed at the sky... "So what if you are the best flame in the world? In the end, you still don't die under my sword? Hahaha..."

Unexpectedly, just as Sha Tianxing was laughing wildly, he was suddenly hit hard in the heart. Poof! Sha Tianxing spurted out a mouthful of blood and was knocked ten steps away.

"What happened?" Sha Tianxing ignored the pain and looked closely, only to see the real dragon standing there unharmed. "Impossible, my sword clearly cut off his head, why is he still alive?"

If it was just a duel, the real dragon might tell him that what he had just used was an illusion - the Dragon's Void Realm. But this was a fight to the death, so there was no need for too much nonsense. After severely injuring Sha Tianxing, he once again locked his target on Ichiro who was not far away, and rushed over in one step.